"You know," Claudia said. "I'm suddenly really hungry. Who else wants to go to Casa Grande?" This was getting a little obvious. I mean, Claudia loves tacos, but she loves shopping more. Plus, Casa Grande just so happens to be my favorite placwe to eat in the mall.
It was even more blatantly clear when Stacey looked at Claudia strangely and Claud gave her a Look.
Stacey then chirped in with a, "Yeah, I could so go for a Super Burrito right now."
'"Well, what are we waiting for?" Mary Anne said. "Let's go!"
I shrugged. Hey, it beat shopping.
Once we were seated, they all began to lay into me.
"I'm reallly sorry I was so unenthusiastic, you know, towards the end..." Claudia said.
"I really was a great club while it lasted. We had some great times," said Stacey forlornly.
"You know, if you still want to have the club, just say the word. You're the president, after all." That was Mary Anne.
"No, Mary Anne," I replied. "That's not fair to you guys. Anyway, all good things must come to an end, right?"
Claudia and Stacey looked visibly relieved. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Claudia asked.
I managed to smile and said, "Positive."
JUst then our waitress came. I was suddenly very hungry and asked for a Super Burrito, heavy on the guacamole.
After the waitress left, I said, "Hey, know what guacamole looks like?", reliving my tradition of grossing out my friends in the SMS cafeteria with my genius food comparisions.
"Eww, Kristy." Stacey made a face.
Just as I'd hoped, my friends took this as a sign that everything was okay with me. As the steered the conversation back to high school, my mind began to wonder
By the time our food arrived, my friends were still gabbing excitedly about our impending doom.
And I had decided exactly what I had to do.
After we'd finished our food and my friends bought the clothes they'd liked at Steven E., Mary Anne suggested going to Bookcenter. Everyone agreed, even Claud, (there was a new art book out that she wanted to look at). And I wanted to see if there was anything that would help me with my "project."
We all split up when we got inside. I chose quickly: "Namedropper" by Emma Forrest and "and "The Guide to Being a Bad Girl" by Karla Ratzenberg. After I had paid for them, I ran into Stacey. She was holding a book called "Good Money."
"Hey," she asked. "What did you buy?"
"Um, 'The Scarlet Letter.' Charlie said that it's the first book that the ninth grade Honors English class reads." That part, at least, was true.
Stacey nodded. "I guess I should pick up a copy too."
After that, the mall trip was fairly uneventful. Everyone looked at clothes while I pondered what I should buy first for the new Kristy.
Getting home was a relief. I sat in my room and planned out my Sunday, knowing just what I had to do before school started on Monday.
It was even more blatantly clear when Stacey looked at Claudia strangely and Claud gave her a Look.
Stacey then chirped in with a, "Yeah, I could so go for a Super Burrito right now."
'"Well, what are we waiting for?" Mary Anne said. "Let's go!"
I shrugged. Hey, it beat shopping.
Once we were seated, they all began to lay into me.
"I'm reallly sorry I was so unenthusiastic, you know, towards the end..." Claudia said.
"I really was a great club while it lasted. We had some great times," said Stacey forlornly.
"You know, if you still want to have the club, just say the word. You're the president, after all." That was Mary Anne.
"No, Mary Anne," I replied. "That's not fair to you guys. Anyway, all good things must come to an end, right?"
Claudia and Stacey looked visibly relieved. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Claudia asked.
I managed to smile and said, "Positive."
JUst then our waitress came. I was suddenly very hungry and asked for a Super Burrito, heavy on the guacamole.
After the waitress left, I said, "Hey, know what guacamole looks like?", reliving my tradition of grossing out my friends in the SMS cafeteria with my genius food comparisions.
"Eww, Kristy." Stacey made a face.
Just as I'd hoped, my friends took this as a sign that everything was okay with me. As the steered the conversation back to high school, my mind began to wonder
By the time our food arrived, my friends were still gabbing excitedly about our impending doom.
And I had decided exactly what I had to do.
After we'd finished our food and my friends bought the clothes they'd liked at Steven E., Mary Anne suggested going to Bookcenter. Everyone agreed, even Claud, (there was a new art book out that she wanted to look at). And I wanted to see if there was anything that would help me with my "project."
We all split up when we got inside. I chose quickly: "Namedropper" by Emma Forrest and "and "The Guide to Being a Bad Girl" by Karla Ratzenberg. After I had paid for them, I ran into Stacey. She was holding a book called "Good Money."
"Hey," she asked. "What did you buy?"
"Um, 'The Scarlet Letter.' Charlie said that it's the first book that the ninth grade Honors English class reads." That part, at least, was true.
Stacey nodded. "I guess I should pick up a copy too."
After that, the mall trip was fairly uneventful. Everyone looked at clothes while I pondered what I should buy first for the new Kristy.
Getting home was a relief. I sat in my room and planned out my Sunday, knowing just what I had to do before school started on Monday.